Tuesday, 5 April 2016

There are times when I see the world
Through a pair of lens
Resting on my nose
With an anti-glare coat meshed somewhere inside them.

There are times when I see the world and feel
How? How to say this is so not me?
I blink, blink and blink.
I squeeze my eyes,
Clean the lenses and realize
That the frame is same
That this is all nothing but a game,
Where I don't know who I am because each day I get to know something new about myself.

About Me

Sometimes, we feel like expressing ourselves but we fail, we run out of words. All then exists are the wordless thoughts ready to come out of the caged brain.

I am a Literature student at University of Delhi. A sensitive selenophile who believes that writing is a process of catharsis. As F. Scott Fitzgerald said "...catharsis, would enable me to better meet the new day".